More about Fall

It’s blowing and raining today. Truly nasty. But yesterday was one of those days when nothing at all is moving.

Sometimes a cliché is the perfect descriptor: riding across the lake was like skating across a 22 mile long, three mile wide mirror. I could see two volcanos, one upright and the other upside down, two islands, two of each tree and house and dock along the shoreline.

There was one boat on the lake and it had been in the same place for some time, because there wasn’t so much as a ripple on the lake.  I could have spent an hour on the bridge, just taking in the view.

I wish a really good artist had been on hand to paint the scene. It helped me get to sleep last night.